Easter Interim

I think that I speak for everyone under the age of thirty when i say that Easter Week is really wierd. We all go home to visit our parents. We lived here for 18 years, somehow managing to amuse ourselves. Yet the 4 days of this weekend are a real test. We find our Cats having more fun than us:



But the Easter Sunday comes, and we steal all the eggs off our cats and go back to wherever our parents house is not. And then in a few weeks we have exams. This weekend is like the calm before the storm. The calm before the Summer.

This interim weekend, i've sat and thought, and decided upon some things i shall do over the summer.

I will read this:



And I will stand in front of Golden Gate Bridge, like her:



Those are the only two things i've actually thought of so far. Thinking is taxing, and Easter should not be a taxing time.